Monthly Archives: February 2012
On Cock Worship
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An anonymous follower submitted this picture of herself. I love getting photos like this, because they demonstrate the joy a girl experiences while worshipping her Dominant’s manhood.
As I have noted – cock sucking is elevated in a BDSM relationship. Many girls have previously considered this an obligation, often performed as an appeasement to a man who is willing to plead or otherwise manipulate his way into receiving “a blowjob”. They also feel an imbalance between giving and receiving pleasure.
Here, on the fringe of darkness, cock sucking is not an obligation in any sense of the word. It is a joy, an expression of love, and a place of refuge for a girl. There are few pleasures more satisfying for a Dominant than to have his girl on her knees before him, or stretched out between his legs on the bed, worshipping his cock.
This does not happen by chance. A proper Dominant takes the time to know his girl and her body. He explores her erogenous zones and will often reward good behavior with orgasms and sexual stimulation in ways she has never experienced. I suspect there are many submissive heads nodding in agreement with my statement.
As Dominant learns his girl’s joys, he reaches deep within and draws our her sexual hunger. He strips away her armor, peels back the layers that cover her underlying erotic essence, and frees her to her own desires.
This erotic emancipation is very powerful. Properly motivated, a girl hungers for her Dominant’s cock and salivates in anticipation. She no longer feels obligated. She feels driven. She feels incomplete in service to him until she can take him into her mouth, show him how much she loves and appreciates his cares, and how much she yearns to please him.
And she is the one who now begs. She is the one who implores her Dominant to feed her his cock. And she will spend hours in a blissful state, pleasing him, if she is allowed.
There is no more touching and intimate sight to behold than a girl worshipping her Dominant’s cock. Thank you to my follower for allowing us to view your intimate dance on the fringe.
Source: Dancing on the Fringe of Darkness • On Cock Worship. An anonymous follower submitted….
My Wife Is A Psycho
Completely. I don’t know what the hell is going through her head sometimes.
Pussy For A Night
I had the most bizarre dream last night; I dreamt that I ended up getting into some kind of accident (or something, I can’t remember the details now) but my cock was either cut off or horribly damaged beyond repair. For some reason, the doctors decided to build me a vagina instead of giving me a cock. Very weird.
So I marveled at my new pussy. Of course, changing in the locker room after playing hockey was dicey since I didn’t want anyone to see. I really wanted to be able to compare the female orgasm to the male orgasm to see which was better but I didn’t get a chance.
Eventually, I started to miss having a cock. Partially because I knew how it functioned (the pussy being a mystery to guys? no. way.) but also because I was a bit of a freak and intimacy with others would be difficult given my status.
Eventually, I woke up and had to check to make sure I still had a dick swinging between my legs. And I was relieved to find it there… so relieved that I decided to stroke it to orgasm.
Groundhog Day
Every morning, I wake up much like Phil Connors does in Groundhog Day and begin the day in almost the exact same way. Granted, I’m not stuck in some kind of weird time-loop however, in the big picture, I do the same thing every day.
I wake up, I get ready, I drive to work, I do crap at work, I drive home from work, I eat, do insignificant shit and then go to bed so that I can do it all over again the next day. The average working stiff could probably attest to much the same thing; that their life is incredibly repetitive and mundane. It’s common.
Where my life would obviously differ from that of Phil Connors is that I don’t have an infinite loop to try and get it right. Phil literally repeats the same day over again, never getting older and never moving on. I don’t have that. I have a very finite time to figure this thing out and get it right; whatever my version of right would be. Finding that out should probably be at the top of my list of things to do.
My consciousness has been on a bit of a hiatus for somewhere beyond a year now. I haven’t been living, I’ve been barely existing. I have ignored the consequences of my action, or sometimes, inaction and I have forgotten some of the parts of myself that I used to like. I need to spend some time to remember because, unlike Phil Connors, my life isn’t on hold.